Chapter 1107: Cultural Construction (3)

"Very good, I value your talents, although many people think it is useless, but this is only because you have not met a suitable position for you, by the way, Vaga, do you have your own work?"

"Ah, yes, my lord," said the troll hurriedly, and then a little hesitantly, "I, I didn't write it down. ”

I laughed, "It's okay, I have enough paper and pen here, but before that, I want to give you a little training......"

The two of them were a little confused, and I asked the female elf Xihui, "Were you born here?" ”

Xihui's face was a little gloomy: "I was kicked out because I had no talent and impure blood, but fortunately, my aunt was in the mage tower, and I was qualified to live in the city." ”

I comforted her, "It's okay, the elves will regret losing such a wonderful poet as you!" ”

Xihui obviously thought that I was just politely comforting, trying to change the subject: "My lord, can you also write poetry?" ”

I smiled faintly: "I don't know much, but I appreciate it a little." Whether the poem is well written or not, I still have a lot of feelings. ”

"So, who are you going to ask to train us?" Xihui asked again.

I pointed to myself, "That's me." ”

The two of them obviously didn't believe it, so I took out a piece of paper and casually copied a classic sentence of a representative of modern Chinese poetry: "Gently, I go, just as I come gently, I wave my sleeves and don't take away a cloud." ”

The Ann Trustee watched me finish writing and didn't react at all.

I showed the verse to Xihui and Vaga, and Vaga, who obviously didn't think it was good, but Xihui smacked it carefully, and it didn't seem to be amazing, but it still looked like it could be appreciated.

"Hmm......" she muttered, "you're an orc and ...... to be able to write such a feeling."

Then, she didn't say anything.

"You taste, you taste!" Leo said, "If we can't taste this at all, then we'll find another one, anyway, we're just looking for a gunslinger with a little creative ability!" ”

I looked at Varga's disinterestedness and wrote a short paragraph, a little more words.

Years later, Captain Augustus was confronted with the huge fist of the earth elemental summoned by the human magician, and suddenly remembered the distant afternoon when his father took him to the orc avenue in Thunder City to watch the human slaves when he was a child...... And at this moment, he is facing a choice of fate, and the invitation sent to him by the troll wizard in front of him is a great opportunity to become a retinue of a mysterious powerhouse......"

""One Hundred Years of Solitude has been tampered with by you like this, if you start a copyright lawsuit......" Leo smiled rarely.

Varga frowned at the beginning, then his teeth, which showed the outside of his lips, trembled, and his eyes widened.

"This beginning, it's amazing!" He said in surprise.

"I, I'm unexpectedly, there's no way to make changes!" Xihui also said in surprise, "These two lines of poetry are simply perfect!" It looks unremarkable, but it's impeccable! ”

I smiled and said, "My little talent should be a little inspiration for the two of you, right?" ”

"Teach me!" Xihui's eyes flashed, just like those girls who saw idols in comics.

"I want to learn too!" Varga said, "However, will learning this affect me to open a store?" ”

I said, "After learning this, you can just not open a store, and I will give you a salary that exceeds the cost of opening a store." ”

Vagath was overjoyed, and Xihui was even more excited.

"Okay, two," I said, gesturing to the two chairs on the other side, "time is precious, and our training will begin right away." ”

"Huh?" Xihui obviously didn't understand a little, but Varga sat down obediently, and Xihui sat down with him.

Then, with a wave of my hand, the two of them fell asleep.

Compared with the two dozen or so people in front, the two of them were even more relaxed.

Twenty minutes later, the two of them had woken up, and in their dreams they had spent less than a year.

The two woke up with mixed reactions.

After a burst of tearful confusion, Xihui suddenly woke up, picked up the pen and wrote, so frightened that Anzhi had to give up his desk. And Xihui wrote dozens of poems that seemed to be quite spiritual in one go, and they would not seem to be cheap if they were taken out and placed in books and magazines on the earth.

Varga couldn't write, he even hesitated. Originally, his interest was to write epic legends and sing them by himself, but on the contrary, his own voice was not good, and even a little incomplete - you know, the profession of wizard is almost equivalent to a priest in the troll clan, and the eulogy that the wizard has to recite when presiding over the sacrificial ceremony is more complex and vivid than that of the priests, and sometimes it is even accompanied by dance movements, and he is only a little talented in writing epics, even if he has been trained, he has become a qualified or even a little excellent writer, his expression, chanting, Still failed to reach the level of a wizard or a bard, and the reason why he came here was because he longed for the life of a bard, and almost became a slave of mankind, as a result, when he came here, although he had come into contact with bards, and he also wrote some epic legends that he thought were okay, but after all, he was almost meaningless, and he couldn't go back to the Kalm steppe, and now he had such a good opportunity to enter the Mage Tower, but he still couldn't solve his voice problem.

It's not easy to convince him in a dream, so I can only hope to enlighten him in reality.

"If I can't sing the poems I write, then what's the point?" He was a little disappointed.

I said, "I have two options, you see, one is that you stay here and write poetry, and we train specialized bards to perform your poems, and you can get a salary that is more generous than opening a store......"

Speaking of which, Varga didn't say anything.

"I know that you value your work very much, and your work is like your child," I said, "and there is nothing wrong with parents wanting their children to stay by their side forever, but if you can let your children go out and make a name for themselves, shouldn't parents be proud?" It's like you, when you leave your hometown, no one in your family understands you, but if you have a good reputation, maybe the people in your family will change their opinion of you, right? ”

"Your rhetorical device is clever, but I still can't accept it......" Varga covered his face with some pain, "So, what is the second option?" ”

I said, "Since you don't want your work to be interpreted by others, then do it yourself!" ”

Varga looked up in surprise.

"Since you insist, then give it a try," I said, "your voice may not meet the standards of a mainstream bard, but it is not unpleasant, it is a matter of aesthetics, and maybe you can start a new genre of bards." ”

Varga's eyes lit up, and then they dimmed again: "New style, can others like it?" ”

I laughed: "People don't know that something new exists until it's born, so how do you know if people like it or not?" It's like the food in the food house of another world, when it comes out, people are very novel, some people like it and some don't like it, and then there are more people who like it, and you don't have to pay attention to those who don't like it, even if it's the profession of a bard, some people don't like it, what are you worried about? ”

There was obviously no motivating effect on the words, and Varga was still very depressed.

"All you can get is some ridicule, why don't you dare to face it?" I questioned him.

"Isn't it enough that no one likes it and is ridiculed?" Varga grew more and more desperate.

In fact, in psychology, when a person provides advice and help to the helper, the help-seeker has actually put the "responsibility" on the helper, that is, no matter what the advice provided by the helper, the help-seeker will have a sense of dependence similar to shirking responsibility - to put it in layman's terms, it is the mentality of "I said I can't do it, but you say I can't do it, I'll try, if I fail, it's all up to you", unless, ...... The caller succeeded. At that point, the helper will forget about the helper and attribute success to their own talent or effort......

It's as simple as that, but unfortunately, I, as a helper, are not only for his own success, but even if he fails, I can't afford to re-cultivate a ......

"Mockery can break you, and your dreams are too worthless," I sneered, "and it seems that you didn't leave the Kalmdo steppe because of the minstrels' dreams." ”

Seeing that my face was not good, Varga became a little nervous, and subconsciously retorted: "No, it's not like this......"

I said, "If you're afraid of failure and reluctant to let go of the gamble, go back and open your grocery store, you've wasted such a good talent for writing poetry, even if it's something I gave you, you can take to the grave the masterpiece you wrote by hand, you can't sing it yourself, and others don't deserve to sing it!" ”

Varga was deeply struck by these words, his eyes were a little red, his lips trembled, and the long teeth exposed on his lips seemed to be shaken by the corners of his mouth......

"I, I want to give it a try!" He jerked to his feet and opened his mouth, but his voice was pitifully low.

"Try what? A new way of singing, or do you want to give your own work to someone else to sing? I asked.

"I want to ......" He looked at Xihui, who was struggling to write, completely unaware that he had occupied the desk of the security trustee, clenched his fists, and said a very unconfident sentence, "I want to try my own singing......"